Soul gone
life spirited away
my conscienceless has gone astray
I errored in my moment of truth
so this where I shall lie
in peace, for I fear for the rest
of cowardly lions amongst brazen guerrillas
whose passions opposes honor
to sacrifice them before no alter
leaving young men to rest without a wake
no flowers at the burial
leaving them nothing to take toward their long journey
and it was with them that we began the exodus
though uncertain of our destination
so was are own dimension
as I travel to find lost kin, in search of home
not knowing where we where headed
Our only fear was not ascending
as we made our trek, it was only time
that marched on
as we pass through lands somewhere between
the sun and the moon
Merry were the weary when we saw the obstacle
of our life's last conquest
when we gazed out at the crest
of the mountain top above
amidst the top of clouds in the heavens
but lay beneath us was a valley
that stood before us at the cross
for as we walked through the darkness
the mountain top shaded what was beneath us
as the valley casted long shadows
through every shadow was a memory
of a scar and a sword
a sword which had cut down our lives from before
As we walked through the valley
we began slipping into darkness
as we tried to hold on
we began pulling each other down
for in order for us to move on
someone had to let go
as I sank further
with the valley up to me knees
I cried out for the holy spirit to save me
A wake, lie the son's mourning
mother nature lays flowers right beside me
the heavenly father gives me words
to help guide me
At the stone lay
a gown and sandals for my journey
And a caneto climb up the mountain side
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
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